Kik, Death, and Other Things (One Direction Fanfic) (Kik Me Sequel)

Kik, Death, and Concert

Chapter Twenty- One

Kik, Death, and Concert

"The one that I came with, Didn't know how to move. The way that you let your hair down, I can tell that you do."

Rehearsal was in full swing for our first LA concert on the TMH tour.

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Sydney's POV

I watched Whitney, discreetly of course, stroll across the parking lot in front of me. We slept in the same hotel room and had breakfast together. She had no clue who I really was. She suspected nothing. I was getting a bit worried since my red hair was beginning to fade.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to re-dye it or let my hair go back to its normal blondish brown color. I figured my green eyes were still shielding me from them discovering I am indeed their worst nightmare.

I wanted to laugh in her face at how oblivious she was. But I hated that if I did, I'd be screwed. Me being here without a plan isn't good at all. I didn't know they'd be here so I have no idea what to do. I'm not on home turf anymore, and America is much stricter than England, security wise. Besides, if I ran after being discovered, I'd probably make it a block before being lost enough to give up.

It was the next day and the first LA concert for the popstars. I'd only seen Liam since everyone went to sleep after Peter, Aspen and I arrived. We all entered the Staples Center and I could hear the music playing through the walls.

I wonder if the other boys will recognize me. I'm excited to see Louis again. Oh god am I excited to see Niall. That bitch. Left me hanging!! He promised he would come with me and when the time came, he told me no and ran to Louis Tomlinson's side. Sometimes I wish that bullet had done more damage that it did. He took my love away. Niall is supposed to be mine. My boyfriend. Not Whitney's.

"I'm so nervous!" Whitney's annoying nasally voice squealed. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and tried to act concerned.

"Why?" I failed miserably at being concerned. I could really care less. Whitney didn't notice.

"I'm gonna see Louis and Niall for the first time since I left them." My ears perked up. What? She hasn't seen them? She hasn't claimed Niall?!?

"What? You haven't seen either one?" I couldn't hide the confusion. She shook her head and her pace began to slow down as we reached backstage.

'Loved You First' was being rehearsed. There was a big rumor going around for awhile that Niall wrote this song about Whitney. Knife to heart. Love is a bitch.

But a realization hit me as we neared the curtains: I could still claim Niall. I rushed past Peter and Aspen, running onto the stage; the music came to a halt as I launched myself at Niall. His blue eyes went wide and I was a bit confused as to why he wasn't excited to see me. I mean, I'd be excited to see me!!

"Oh Niall! I've missed you!! I love you!" I blurted out.

"Marie! What are you doing?!" Liam called from the other side of the stage, coming in close.

Marie.

I'm still Marie to everyone here.

Shit.

I jumped off Niall and ran off the stage. I yelled a quick sorry as I ran into the nearest room. Great.

My cheeks were completely hot. I am so freaking embarrassed.

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Niall's POV

I watched the red hair, green eyed girl run off the stage, cheeks burning red. I was confused but it didn't last for very long as I saw Whitney standing there with whom I assumed was Peter and his girl.

"Alright. Take 10!" The manager called and I immediately made a beeline for Whitney. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Harry lead Louis off stage. She was watching me but looked at Louis, confused for a minute.

"Whitney." I whispered. God she still smelled of apples. My favorite scent. Her green eyes twinkled.

"You're not mad?" She smiled. I shook my head.

"No. I mean I was but I'm not anymore. You're actually here! I thought I'd never see you again!" We were cut off from my phone ringing. I held up a finger and answered, turning my back on Whitney.

"Hello??" I barked, wondering who was ruining my reunion with Whit.

"Niall." I sighed. It was my private investigator I hired to find Whit and Sydney.

"What? Got something for me?"

"Yeah. Whitney Foster is currently in LA." I mentally facepalmed.

"I know that! You just interrupted our reunion!! What about Sydney??" I barked, still a bit irritated.

"Oh. Sorry Mr. Horan. Haven't found Sydney yet, but I've got a lead. I'm going to look in on it. I'll keep you informed." The P.I. hung up and I shoved my phone into my pocket.

Spinning around, Whitney was gone. I had just about forgotten that she was there while I was on the phone. Was there. I wonder what all she heard. We still had 8 minutes left of break, so I ran off the stage in search of Whitney.

After a minute of walking, I saw her brown hair flowing behind her. I caught up with her and pulled her into the nearest closet.

"Niall! What is this?" We were stuck in small closet with zero room to move around. Of course. Zero personal space.

"How much did you hear of my phone call?" I asked.

"None. I walked away when you answered. Why?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering. God I've missed you! I've been so worried! You could've at least told Harry you were fine two months ago!!"

"But I couldn't!! I felt like I was being watched. I didn't leave the house for the first week I was with Peter."

"He's just your cousin, right?"

"Yes. He's just my cousin. What did you think he- oh. Boyfriend? No, no, no. Cousin. Only. Ew. Bad mental picture."

"Oh good. Very good. You still smell like apples." I smiled sheepishly. She laughed. I relished in the sound of it again. I don't know how I lasted so long without her.

"You did always love the smell of apples."

"Whitney, why are you here?" I couldn't help but ask.

"The deal I made with Harry. 'No matter what happened, I would go to one of your LA concerts.' So here I am!"

"No. You wouldn't come here just for that. I know you better than that. Why are you here?" It was quiet for a minute. "Did you come back for me? Or Louis?" She didn't speak, and she wouldn't meet my eyes.

"I don't know." She whispered. I tilted her chin up and we locked eyes.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I pried. I just. I've missed you so damn much. You don't even know half of it."

"Oh but I do. I mean I love you, Niall."

"And Louis. You love Louis too."

"Yeah. But-"

"No. It's okay. I understand." I cut her off. I didn't need to hear her try and sugarcoat it.

"I'm sorry." She apologized. I shrugged. There is nothing I could do. Or is there...? I had a sudden burst of confidence and leaned in.

Our lips met and sparks flew. Even being cramped in this cold closet, the air immediately began to heat up. Goosebumps covered my skin, wishing to hold her. Her arms reached up and I pulled her closer. My arms went around her waist, our lips never breaking contact as she moved hers to my neck.

Licking her bottom lip for entrance, her allowing, my tongue slipped in, the kiss already in sync. This kiss was making up for time lost. I broke contact, her gasping for air, my lips trailing down her neck as far as I could move.

Her moans filled the closet as I worked on a love bite on her neck. Her fingers were pulling at the ends of my hair, making me moan in ecstasy. One of her hands slid down my chest and under my shirt, palming my abs. Soon the other one followed.

"God you're ripped now." She moaned as I trailed down to her chest, before moving back to her ears, nibbling a bit.

"It's been awhile babe." I growled. Her hands went to my back, still under my shirt, massaging. Our lips connected again, tongues fighting for dominance. (I won of course.)

We were both sweating and blindly grabbing at each other. We had left the light off (with only a bit of light from some device in the closet). The darkness added to the heat of the moment.

I kept my hands on her hips, deciding my first time touching her skin didn't need to be in a small closet at the Staples Center in LA.

Suddenly the door opened. Our lips disconnect to see a very confused, and very disgusted Louis Tomlinson standing there.

"Niall. What the fuck are you doing snogging your cousin?!" Louis shuddered from the thought and sight of us full on snogging, I presumed.

"Louis! Wait. What? Cousin? What the hell is Louis talking about??" Whitney cut in, her arms dropping from my abs. I groaned, missing her touch already.

"It's nothing. What are you doing here?" I asked Louis.

"Rehearsal. Everyone's looking for you. I'm telling that you kissed your cousinnnnn!!" Louis ran off laughing. Good to know his sick sense of humor didn't leave with his memory.

"Continue later?" I asked Whitney. Dazed and confused, she nodded anyways. I kissed her cheek before leaving the closet and running to the stage. I made it just in time to hear Louis announce to the boys I kissed my 'cousin'.